Every morning, at the same time, and the same boy looking out the window. °°°°°° It was a few months ago that you began to notice more, more and more the presence of a certain boy who always seemed to take the same train as you and at the same time, miraculously, not the same seat.

Another morning it came, with the boy sitting next to you, but not seeming to want a conversation with you, for now.

"Excuse me, do you know what time it is?" He asked, turning his head in your direction so he could look at you.